Da King, T.J Rangy, Puri, Sims - The Relay lyrics

We've got Game like EA
One Blood coz we relate bound to Prosper
Like it's the name of the DJ
Been a while since a heatwave
I'm sorry for the delay
I just flew in high altitude
I'm getting used to the freeway
Four niggas on the track, press play
That's a relay
The mic is the baton, I pass it on to TJ
It's like my nigga Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Passing on to Big Sean then he gone
Fly like BA

Uh, okay I just got that baton
Don't ask me bout that girl, can you please
Leave me alone
Feel like I'm slowing down the relay
What the hell is going on
It's like I'm jogging on this track but
I change gears and then I'm gone


I go faster and faster
I know the very top is where I stand
MY flow would fill a lake even
Though I don't give a damn
Yeah, this is the all-star relay
So I'm done for now I hand
It on to my brother Puri

Yeah we back from the mixtape jumping
Off like we was floaters
I got my girl white uh
Looking like my lotion
It's all about my Frank
You know when we talking Oceans
She says she trying to get her grades up
Watch how the brain goes
Claiming that you get your cake up
Watch how the weight goes
Swag is what I breath that's
Why I'm rocking these chains
Looking like a coach you know
I'm built for the game
Balling like a pimp, I still walk with a cane
Cain like I'm Abel

Hello, they sweeter than fructose
I mean everytime they spit a rhyme
All the hoes go comatose
Every flow got 'em splitting legs
Like they want the hose
But we never in the garden
We ain't digging these hoes
Speak in the third person
Got that number one flow
Feel like they need a J coz
They are just that cold
Oh yeah we in a relay and
We don't even run track
Give us a mic and a beat
And you niggas will get lapped

LA-LA-LA-LA-LA right from the start
You know that we go hard lA-LA-LA-LA-LA
With every bar i'm pouring out my heart
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA with these lyrics
Y'all are jogging we are sprinting
LA-LA-LA-LA-LA
Stop tripping, My nigga Puri get to spitting

Uh, hitting bitches raw like you
Ain't never seen that plastic
I get em on the phone but
They ain't never know my address
Halle Berry actress
Gave me cold shouler like alaskins
Cute cheeks, ass faster than a mattress
Tryna spark my joint I think
I'm way out of matches
AMC the fastest crew banging like pop pop
We Jamaicans when we relay
Pass it on to Usain
I ain't even got the time no more
Hold me down Simz

We some kings, refer us as your grace
I ain't talking bout aths when I say
We on top of the race
No racism intended coz all colours
Cannot match the pace
First place is being surpassed now
It's something that we delegate
This slow is sick, call it lyrical AIDS
We too far ahead
Till lag off they gon' have to negate
They hate
But they suck so much they can fellate
These niggas gonna need Grays as I pass
It on to my nigga TJ

Rangy, yeah give it up for Phancy
On these tracks we are a family
And even if they match-fix they
Could never match me
I end off on a high note
Like a solo from Phil Hanly yeah, TJrangy
I'm so ahead you can't catch me
And even when I'm passed out
You could never get passed me
Yeah, this the relay but we
Balling like the NBA
This is TJ hand over to the King here come LK

I'll say, what a changeover
Rangy's getting 2Pac money twice over
Damn, feeling like I became Hova
Beyond a Reasonable Doubt
It's the King's Takeover
SIMZ is BIG on these flows
He got Notorious drive, ain't no lie
Truth is all this warrior knows
Illmatic with the bars, Puri's all Nas
High as Mars, this the home of the stars